Hinterland blues

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lyrics

I'll tell you about the suburb
the place where I come from
You have never seen the traffic of the suburb...
one half row red
half white
it looks immobile to those who look at it
not to be understood
who departs and who returns
so eternal
not to be able to cross it
and an orange thread over the mountains
whose sole purpose is
to point out the eastern horizon
along the train route which
delays departure
evades
its time of belonging

There is a place that goes back to my memory, is a
crossroad where the traffic lights are red and blur the sun
in cars
people alone, lined up

The suburb is eternal
The suburb is a waiting bud
octave of passing time,
emphasis on 4
of latin american dances
beaten in the back of a church
where the patron saint
allows himself a Sunday
gives everyone a wax blessing
the Peace.
promises championship and other victories

Loneliness measured in kilometres and
petrol-filled tanks
on fingers of your hand
held to the wheel - overtaking a truck
a row
of negroes cycling

Oh Innocent suburb, you assassin!
exhaust gases from cars in neutral
eat fruit baskets drink
engine oil
enter houses gathered around television
The door is on the road
two the roads that take you home
someone will perhaps come to visit me
tonight I have nothing to do
except to put the ear next to the door
tell apart the horn
the displacement of your four by four
swallowed
in the spirals of a
sheet metal snake
approaching white crosses
planted along the emergency lane.
from my window
I see the billboards of a megastore for newlyweds promising TV, discounts on TV
anyone wants a TV?
till death do us part
till sludge devour us

Province of earth, province of sea
land of roots
and lawns, on your skin

echoes of memory of greek foundations
in the land of none
by the grace of someone

Beasts on pasture beyond guard-rail
have a yoke at the neck
widows to mass
a mourning knotted under the chin
Prostitutes in a circle around crackling fire, waiting for the headlights
that let the desire overtake deviation
echoes of memory of greek foundations

In the velvet of the night
I need you
I need you radio, I need you cigarette
I need you to save me
May you be my good luck,
the unexpected that fades
the contour of shade
I want to love you
far from here
where silence is a choice
and silently
the desire courts occasion

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from Hinterland Blues, released January 10, 2019
Bruno Belardi - double bass

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Caboose Berlin, Germany

the smell of stagnant rust, the coolness of freshly cut grass, the sent of food getting cold on the windowsill, subtle wind shear at sunset that blows away the last moments of a summery day...That's Caboose, with a distinctive bucolic, raw sound that wrap around the air and recalls still summer evenings interrupted by tribal dances and voodoo rituals ... more

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